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fatuismooches · 6 months

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adding more to my last ask and in affirmation to what you said in your tags: HE DOES. kabuki loves using that combo of his so much.

if there is anything that never fails to make him smile it's the sight of yours whenever he addresses you by "dear (name)" and he just adores the reaction you give in response to it.

both his expression and smile soften at the sight of you either blushing or smiling warmly in return. bonus point for both which happens more often than not, your heart soars whilst he speaks the endearment aloud with such love; holding you close from behind as his veil shields the two of you.

he would never pass up the opportunity for anything else just so he could address you by that endearment. especially when he brightens up the beginning of your day by waking up first and already made you chazuke or some lavender melon soup.

you roused up from your peaceful slumber due to the sunlight assaulting your eyes, opening them only to be greeted with a familiar warmth being gone. it was a little strange to not see your lover first thing into the day, he never leaves bed until you woke up, and just as you were about to get up and look for him...

“oh?” ah, there he was. “morning, dear (name)!” the kabukimono exclaimed with such infectious delight, a bowl of chazuke in hand while the other held a cup of what you presumed to be water.

albeit faint due to the tiredness painting your face, a smile crept up to your lips at the endearment and at the sight of him. sitting up with a soft yawn. “good morning to you too, love.” you reciprocated the gesture, and his expression couldn't get any brighter.

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the two of you are currently making lunch, what exactly? you don't know. but whatever dish you manage to make will stick. lavender melon was the main ingredient, and much to your dismay, the quantity he added wasn't enough.

“dear (name),” he called out, you could almost hear a hint of apology in his tone as you too were occupied with the side dish. you turn your attention to him with a smile, “yes kabu, what is it?”

hearing you speak in that ever familiar soft tone reassured him a bit. “can you give me that lavender melon?” he spoke with a finger pointed towards your left side. you nod and comply, passing him said melon and abandoning your dish to help him with his.

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a soft and content smile tugged at his lips as he listened to the soothing sound of your steady heartbeat, arms loosely wrapped around one another as you hum a quiet tune, your fingers gently combing through his hair.

for a moment, his mind traveled back to when you taught him about taking naps, his smile widening ever so slightly as the familiarity of this moment strikes a cord within him. a common occurrence really, but he'll never get tired of the warmth that washes over his hollow chest, sinking deeper into that foreign yet familiar warmth.

the last thing the puppet hears from you is a softly murmured "sweet dreams, love." but before his sleepiness got the better of him, he gently squeezed you in his embrace whilst whispering; “good night, dear (name)...”

just a short thingy. it's actually bedtime as i am writing this ( way past it actually lmao ) so apologies for how brief it is and possibly not as well written as i hoped it would.

that aside plus all and all, he adores addressing you by that endearment of his. his voice laced with nothing but boundless love for you <3

— signed, ayame.

( my asks are always so lengthy .. oops )

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THISSSSS 😭😭😭 I feel like Kabukimono uses it when you're sad too :( Because when he says it, his deep love for you is also so intensely conveyed even though it's only two simple words, it's bound to make you smile again even if it's just a little bit because he just loves you so much. (Also makes me wonder, if you two are having a disagreement or something, would pulling out the "dear [name]" make you fold? 😭) (And the veil?? i needed to admit this but i love the veil part of his outfit so much 🥺 imagine cuddling under the veil especially when it's raining and he's trying his best to keep you dry 🥺)

I love how you showed Kabukimono using the endearment at all times of the day... i think it just tends to slip out of him unconsciously far too many times but he just rolls with it!! Sometimes he doesn't even need to think about being romantic!! I don't even know what to add IT'S ALREADY SO CUTE. (I have the hc that when Kabukimono first started cooking for you he literally tried so hard, when you were out of the house he spent all day in there and when you came back he had to keep you out because it was A MESS in there ("o-oh, dear [name], why don't you go take a bath?? don't worry about me! i'll make dinner!" <- said after he tried multiple times to get the flavors to your exact likings)

STOP IT WAS AMAZINGLY WRITTEN... i love the way you write him 💗💗 I'M GONNA BE REREADING THIS!! And I'm horrifically guilty of staying up late too but go to sleep earlier okay! Or else Kuni will drag you to sleep instead >:(

#smooches talks #moots: ayame <3 #scaramouche love notes <3 #AND STOP I LOVE LENGTHY ASKS... they're so sweet and i love reading them!!#u feed my kuni brainrot like no one else #ty for making me remember how much i love him 😭😭🥺#ngl this combo would make me fold so hard bc dear is in my top pet names and i also prefer being called by my name so i would be dead on th #floor if he or any of my favs ever called me that #can we have a counter for every time kabuki calls u that? we need to keep track #THE LAVENDER MELONS AND THE NAPS... i love those details

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h4rin · 7 years

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request: could i request demon!daniel from wanna one this time? where you're daniel's human "mate" and since you're human u don't feel as magnetized as he is to u, but daniel is just. head over heels in love w u, constantly trying to prove his undying feelings and is so Eager to Please u??? i've been rlly into wanna one recently and ur demon wonho idea awakened smth pLUS I DO LOVE ME A TALL BUSAN DANCER BOY - ellian

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You hunched your neck down and towards the front of your lecture hall as you felt eyes burning a hole in your neck for the fifth time that week.

It was only Tuesday.

Any time you whipped your head around, the sensation of being stared down, stalked, disappeared and was only left with embarrassment, heat pulsing in your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You’d turn back, and the feeling wouldn’t come back, at least for a few minutes.

As you finished taking your notes, you took your time putting everything away. You swept your eyes over everyone leaving the room as subtly as you could, but nobody was acting suspiciously. By the time you left, the room was almost empty, the only two people who were left being two boys around your age, Ong and Daniel. Half of your grade was positive that they were dating, considering the amount of time they spent together. The two were both dancing majors. They were also inseparable, even though, at one point, Ong was considering changing majors. They’d been living in the same room since freshman year.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder, pulling your phone out of your pocket. A text from your friend was waiting, another one quickly following. “[Y/N]!” the first one read. “Halloween party tonight @ dancer dorms!! we’re going!!” The second one read, “you don’t have any classes, right? come home ASAP!” The dorms at your dorm were co-ed, but even with the huge pool of possible roommates, you ended up with Alyssa. She was nice, and you honestly loved her, but she was a lot more social than you. You responded quickly, knowing she would spam you.

“I don’t have a costume,” you weakly argued. Her rebuttal was automatic.

“I’ll figure something out, the makeup is the main thing.” You sighed as you locked your phone, knowing you couldn’t win. You walked back to your dorm, steps heavier than usual, as you really didn’t want to go to this party. Even though he was nice, Daniel always tried to make conversation with you, and you got uncomfortable. Not because of him, just because of the atmosphere. Dark rooms, the thick smell of sweat and alcohol, music you could feel in your chest...yikes. You didn’t mind the former or the latter, but the second thing really irked you. Adding those too...just no.

You made it to your dorm in only six minutes, actually less than the usual eight. You spent the entire time lost in thought, mostly about Daniel. Alyssa was waiting for you at your door, texting furiously on her phone. Her hair was falling in her face, and as she tucked it behind her ear, she looked up at you suddenly.

“Finally!” she groaned. “You look exhausted, do you want to sleep? I’ll make you cup ramen when you wake up.” A genuine but mildly concerned smile made its way up your face. Alyssa never really offered to make you food. The smile was wiped off your face, however, when Alyssa continued. “I get to do your makeup, though.” SHe laughed at your crestfallen expression, moving so that you could get in the dorm.

After a short, dreamless nap, you felt slightly refreshed, especially considering the sound of boiling water and the soft smell of instant ramen noodles wafting into your room from across the hall. “[Y/N]!” Alyssa yelled, waking you up further.

“Yeah?” you grumbled back, quiet, yet somehow heard.

“Ramen!” Even knowing it was instant ramen, you still felt excited. You’d bought melon milk the day before, and even though cheap chicken ramen doesn’t go well with melon milk, you were going to eat it. And you were going to enjoy it.

You stumbled across your room, avoiding the mess of various chargers that you kept saying you were going to pick up, but never did, into the kitchen. You didn’t even really need to open your eyes, your heart leading you to your cup ramen, but you kept your eyes open anyway. You still bumped into a few corners.

You ate your ramen quicker than you meant to, draining your milk carton in one go. “So…” Alyssa started as you tried to find a few more drops of milk. Looking up to her devilish expression, you felt dread in your chest. Her face fell as she looked at you, leading to a sigh. “Fine,” she groaned. “Skeleton makeup?” You nodded, happy that she had given in before you.

An hour in her bedroom, and you were a skeleton. She’d used a glue stick and some lavender scented powder to get rid of your eyebrows, then used a pure white foundation to completely rid your skin of any color. She blended it in streaks into your neck from your face, and into your wrists from your hands, making it look like you had pure white gloves on. Until, of course, she pulled out her collection of black eyeliner. Closing your eyes, you hoped for the best as she painted your face.

Old Fall Out Boy music played as you tried to calm your racing heart. “Hold out your hands,” Alyssa muttered over Patrick’s slurring words. You unclenched your fist, not even sure when you’d clenched them, and set them on the table in front of you. The gentle strokes of the tiny brush atop your dry hands was oddly calming as she finished quickly.

“Okay, finished.” Her voice was louder than before, but still softer than usual. You opened your eyes warily, scared to crack the eyeliner. “It won’t crack,” she said as if reading your mind, “it’s good.” You could feel her eyes rolling. You fully opened your eyes and were genuinely shocked by what you saw.

You could barely recognize yourself in the mirror. You could recognize your eyes, but that was about it. If you looked too long, it was sort of terrifying. Alyssa watched in amusement as you took your new appearance in, noticing all of the small details.

“‘Lyssa,” you finally said, tearing your eyes away from the mirror, “this is amazing.”

“So, my collection of eyeliner was…”

You sighed. “Not a waste of money.” Alyssa grinned.

“So, what’re you wearing?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Black?” Based on the look on her face, you knew that would not suffice. She sat down the eyeliner, admiring her work once more, before grabbing a pair of scissors and wandering off towards your rooms.

She took a sharp turn into your room, yelping a “sorry!”, leaving you with no time to react. You didn’t mind, knowing that you could easily get her back. You knew where she lived, after all. You sat, enjoying playing on your phone, missing when she slipped out of your room for a second. The only hint you got towards that was the sound of a paintbrush hitting the floor outside your door a split second before it slammed shut and locked.

By the time you got bored enough to knock on your door, she was swinging it open, a grin on her face and a still-wet paintbrush in her hair.

With a wild grin on her face, she motioned for you to come in. “You’re gonna like it, don’t worry.” You tried to cam your breath as you stepped around your mess of chargers, now covered in white paint.

Laying on your bed was a white t-shirt under a black t-shirt, holes in the latter making it look like ribs. A pair of black ripped jeans were laying next to them, slightly wet paint over the legs to form bones. “Holy shit.” The words tumbled from your lips.

Alyssa beamed. “I know, right? ANd it didn’t even take that long. Go, try it on!” You clasped your hands together in front of yourself, waiting for her to get the hint. She did, and after she flashed one more grin at you, walks out the door, shutting it gently behind her.

You changed quickly, stumbling slightly as you pulled your jeans up. The shirt was slightly complicated, looking weird, but once you figured out to tuck the white shirt into your jeans, everything got easier and it looked a lot better. You took a look in the mirror, and had to admit you looked good. The dim light added to the creepy effect, which, in turn, added to you not recognizing yourself.

“Nice,” you whispered.

Alyssa knocked on the door. “[Y/N], you changed?” she called, twisting the doorknob but not opening it.

“Yeah,” you replied, tearing your eyes away from the mirror yet again. “Come in.” The door swung open, revealing Alyssa in a white t-shirt and plain black leggings. The paint in her hand, however, was anything but. Black, green, blue and purple sat on the palette, patiently waiting to be used.

“I did good,” she said. “Do you like it?” You nodded.

“What are you going as?” You questioned. She grinned.

“A glitch.” You watch as she sits on your bed, pulling out a paint brush and methodically painting streaks of color down her shirt and legs. She carefully stopped at the seams on her shoulders, and before she painted her face, she asked you to pin a small sign to her back.

“Error 404,” you read, “costume not found.” You laughed too lightly to be heard, making sure to not stab her in the back. Once you finished, she sprung back into action, painting blocks of color on her face in a carefully calculated yet somehow random pattern. She carefully swiped a coat of black lipstick on her lips before declaring that she was done.

“You ready to go?” Through the excitement of the past few hours, you’d completely forgotten about the party.

You sighed, feigning annoyance before agreeing. “I...actually feel better about this. Let’s go.” Alyssa and you slipped your shoes on as you walked out into the frigid late-October air. The two of you took your time walking to the dorms where the party was being held.

You felt the thumping bass before you heard it. Still a block away, your gentle heartbeat was replaced by rapid bass. By the time you could clearly hear the music, your heartbeat had sped up to match it. There was a small group of people on the grass outside of the building. Some smoking, some drinking, some just talking. The air was thick with various smells, the most obvious of them being alcohol.

You and Alyssa crossed the grass, taking in the various costumes that people had elected to show up in, none really catching your eyes until you saw a pair of glittery red horns sticking out of soft brown hair. You found yourself wandering towards him and his friend, whom you recognized as Ong. As you were able to more clearly hear them, you heard the words “he’s here” hastily whispered and saw as Ong’s widened. The words had come from his mouth, but he still seemed shocked.

Alyssa had long since wandered off, you realized as the figure in front of you turned around, revealing himself to be none other than Daniel himself. He flashed a grin at you, revealing pink-stained teeth. The glass in his hand was full of a liquid just slightly darker than it, and the heavy scents of strawberry and alcohol surrounding him suggested that he’d been drinking for a while.

“Hey!” He was a lot looser than when he was in class, but the pitch-black contacts he had in really made him look like a demon. The red t-shirt, black skinny jeans that were miraculously free of holes, and sharpied-in Converse threw his entire outfit together. For some reason, you couldn’t keep your eyes from traveling down to his pink-stained lips. “Do you want a drink?” He stuck his glass out to you.

You shook your head. “No, I just got here. I’m gonna wander a-” You were interrupted by Daniel.

“I’ll come with you!” The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them. He turned a shade of red that easily rivaled his lips. “I mean, if you want.”

You flashed him a grin. You’d always meant to get to know Daniel, but never did. “Sure!” you agreed, telling yourself that you would at least have his phone number by the end of the night.

The two of you wandered around, and eventually, you did get a drink - something blue and so fruity you could barely taste the alcohol. Daniel got another cup full of his pink drink, and the two of you were sat on the grass in a secluded area behind the building. The conversation switched topics quickly, from an incoming freshman Daniel was friends with, Daehwi, to food, to supernatural creatures. Daniel sipped absentmindedly at his drink as you spoke.

“It’s like...I want to believe in vampires and werewolves and stuff but… I don’t know that I do. I do believe in ghosts, though, that I know.” Daniel pulled the straw from his mouth.

“What about demons?” If you didn’t know better, based on his tone of voice, the personal excitement, you would’ve thought that he was one. “And angels, I suppose.”

“I don’t know.” You paused. “I feel like demons would be more likely to exist, like bad people exist more than good people.” Daniel’s face fell at this. He was really committed to his costume. “But, on the other hand, it’s gonna be like that super philosophical thing, like, ‘light without darkness is blinding, darkness without light is an abyss’. We can’t have one without the other. Why that, specifically?”

You sipped at your drink, enjoying the feeling. Daniel avoids your question subtly, poking his straw around his glass for that last bit of drink. The fading sunlight helped him to dance around your question, shadows holding that last bit of strawberry hostage.

“Well…” Daniel finally spoke. “I kind of am a demon.”

“I can tell,” you responded, the alcohol finally starting to affect you, if just a tiny bit. “The horns, the contacts. All you need is a pitchfork.” You spun around on the dirt, laying yourself in Daniel’s lap so that you were looking up into his brown eyes.

Wait, brown? You immediately pulled your head away from him. You rested your hand over your heart, willing your rapid heartbeat to slow. “When did you take out your contacts? You blinked slowly, another way to calm yourself, but when you opened your eyes, you heard a quiet ‘click’ and his eyes were back to pitch black.

A nervous smile spread on his face. “What do you mean?”

“Daniel, I’m not stupid or drunk. Are you seriously a demon? Or are you just fucking with me?”

Daniel blinked, another soft ‘click’ sounding. His warm brown eyes were back. He sighed before he opened his mouth. “I’m a demon.” There was a pause, as if he thought that was enough of an explanation.

“Yeah, no shit,” you responded. “But, like, explain?”

“Uh.” He paused. “I’m from Hell? We have soulmates? You’re kinda mine. And I couldn’t tell you about this sooner, ‘cause I’m a pussy.” That was the most you’d ever heard from Daniel’s mouth, but then again, this was the most you’d ever spoken. “Ong is a vampire. Daehwi, that incoming freshman, is a werewolf. Uh…” he trailed off.

“What do you mean, soulmates?”

“Well, you would’ve felt the pull if I was human or you were a demon, but, uh. Yeah.” Daniel was clearly slowing down, the alcohol completely effecting him. “I gotta go home.”

“Oh, okay.” You needed time to process this, and it was best if it was away from him. “I’ll get On-” You started standing up before Daniel grabbed your wrist, half-releasing it almost immediately as if he was afraid to hurt you.

“Would you stay with me?”

“You’re drunk.” You gently pulled his fingers off of your hand. “Let’s get you home, we’ll talk in the morning.”

You helped him up, the two of you stumbling quite a bit as you walked the uneven ground. You couldn’t feel your legs, and you were pretty sure Daniel couldn’t, either. You led him to the front of the party. The two of you looked around for Ong, and once you found him, red around his mouth, he immediately spoke.

“Is Daniel okay?” He wiped his mouth, a slightly metallic tinge filling the air. You crinkled your nose, ignoring it.

“I’m fine,” Daniel insisted as you shook your head. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, legs wobbling on the uneven ground. “I met my soulmate!”

“We’ve met before?” you questioned, confused.

“Yes, but now you know!” His sentence was punctuated with a boop on your nose, and the heavy scent of strawberries and alcohol.

“You want me to take him home?” You only nodded in response to Ong.

Daniel called out in protest, but Ong was definitely stronger. “I’ll call you tomorrow!” Daniel yelled. You laughed and shot him a thumbs-up.

You and Alyssa wandered home around one in the morning, thanking whatever God there was for your all late classes tomorrow. After a long, restful night of sleep, Daniel called you.

The two of you met up for breakfast, Daniel obviously hungover. You were too, but Daniel was much more blatant. You had a cinnamon bun, he had his body weight in bacon. Simple stuff.

“So,” he started, “Ong told me everything I told him last night. You’re not scared?” You shook your head.

“I trust drunk people. Especially when they’re drunk on strawberry.” He turned the shade of his drink the night before.

“So I don’t scare you?” He took off his sunglasses, revealing soft brown eyes.

“Nope.”

His eyes clicked black. “Good.” A grin spread on his face.

“Don’t do that!” you hissed, struggling to keep your voice down.

He clicked his eyes back, laughing. “But really…” He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. “Tell me everything about you.”

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